By working the nose of the ship into the small opening, and then by butting the ice on alternate sides, we succeeded in widening the lead sufficiently to allow of our passing through to the pool of open water beyond.
At four o'clock the next morning we were again under way, working northward through slack ice to a point a little beyond Shelter River, where we were again stopped by ice about nine o'clock in the forenoon.
The _Roosevelt_ moved in near the shore and her head was shoved against a big floe, to avoid her being jammed or carried southward by the now swiftly running tide and the ice pack.
After supper that night, MacMillan, Borup, and Dr.Goodsell, with two Eskimos, started for the shore over the jammed ice, with the intention of getting some game; but before they reached the shore there was so much movement in the adjacent floes that I considered their journey too hazardous for inexperienced men.

A recall was sounded with the ship's whistle, and they started back over the now moving floes.

Their movements were impeded by their guns, but fortunately they carried boat hooks, without which they could never have made their way back.
Using the boat hooks as vaulting poles, they leaped from one floe to another, when the leads were not too wide.

When the open water was impassable in that way, they crossed it on small floating pieces of ice, using their hooks to push and pull themselves along.

First the doctor slipped on the edge of a floe, and went into the icy water to the waist, but he was quickly hauled up by Borup.